“You just don’t understand the complexities of women!”

“Blah, blah, blah, your needs. Besides, you’re a human. Of course I don’t understand you,” he sighed, gesturing with his hammer pointedly.

“Well it would do you some good to pay attention to your own wife once in a while! I mean it’s all ‘Gaarrhh, I’m Thor, God of Thunder! Fear me!’”

“Sweetie, remember the first day I set eyes on you? Your eyes were ablaze and your hair—”

“Flew in the autumn breeze. Yes, I remember Thor. I also remember the thunderstorm you set off that blew my hut apart!”

“Oh, so now you’re saying you don’t want to live in my mansion?” Thunder rumbled on the horizon.

“Not if your going to keep parading all around the place, what with your hammer akimbo! What’s the bloody thing for, anyhow?”

“It’s a Norse thing. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Just like you don’t understand the complexities of women!”

“Oh, blah, blah, blah, your needs. Besides, you’re a human. Of course I don’t understand you. . .”